#qucstioning

she was tired. this mission had been rather short-- three weeks of sneaking around and listening for any information kingsman needed, then a silent, unseen assassination, but she was tired. three weeks of barely sleeping or eating, and she knew she looked worn and thin (or at least thinner than she usually was), and she only wished for a long shower, a quick visit at the infirmary for the cut underneath her eye (she had stitched it like she could, but it couldn't hurt to be looked after) and the two broken fingers in her right hand. but first, she had a debriefing to do, and merlin (that fucking ass, how could he be so damn mysterious all the time ?) had just smirked and said arthur's position had been filled in while she was in fucking yemen.

It’s the day after the infamous text message incident, and she finds herself standing on Radley’s door-step. She almost hadn’t agree to talk about anything, but maybe, just maybe, she should push herself out of her comfort zone a little. She is, however, well aware of the worst that could happen.

    ❝ it’s too dangerous, ❞ he says beneath his     breath, using a spare piece of cloth to clean     down their weapons. ( two guns, one knife.     not the best arsenal. ) he looks up, ❝ we’re     not leaving in the dark. i don’t care how thirsty. ❞     there was no memo that put orion in charge,     despite his behavior.

five texts | meme // @qucstioning

[ text ; ozsum ] i know what happened wasn’t your fault but i’m still freaked the frick out and i need you to help me understand[ text ; ozsum ] is it stupid to still think about you?[ text ; ozsum ] my sheets still smell like you[ text ; ozsum ] i’ve still got your favorite shirt